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As I sat there in my room, browsing through social media with nothing much else to do, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on downstairs. My parents had gone out for a party and, being the responsible elder son, I had opted to stay back and babysit my eight-year-old sister.

As the evening wore on, the only excitement that I encountered was when I had to intervene and calm her down after she had had a nightmare. But as I was rocking her to sleep, I got a text message from our babysitter, Susan. She had canceled at the last minute and apologized profusely. And just as I was wondering what next to do, my sister had snuggled in, and her breathing had evened out, signifying that she had finally fallen asleep.

I couldn’t leave her alone at home, unsupervised, so I decided to call one of Sue’s colleagues, Mary, and asked her to step in. Within no time, there was a knock on the door, and Mary was there, smiling broadly.

As I opened the door, it struck me how gorgeous she looked today. She was wearing a tight, curve-hugging yellow dress that made her look incredibly desirable. Her dress clung to her shapely body, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her generous curves.

As I welcomed her into the house, I suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over me, and my heart began to race. While I couldn’t put my finger on it, I found myself increasingly attracted to Mary, and the desire to touch her was almost overwhelming. But then again, she was my sister’s babysitter, and it was against societal norms for me to even entertain such thoughts.

For one, she was way too old for me. At twenty-six, she was nearly three years older than me, and it was taboo enough to even consider the possibility of us together. Besides, I wasn’t exactly the smoothest guy when it came to talking to women. I had been in relationships before, but none that had ended well. Due to a series of rejections, I had lost my touch, and I found myself doubting my ability to even make a move on Mary.

We settled down and started chatting, but despite the fact that I was trying to keep things light and relaxed, I couldn’t help but feel a powerful connection between us.

For one, Mary was surprisingly easy to talk to. She listened intently as I spoke about my hopes and dreams, patiently waiting until I was done before responding. When she did talk, her voice was soft and melodic, and it sent shivers down my spine.

As we talked, I noticed how her eyes kept darting to my lips, and I could tell that she, too, was attracted to me. It was a dangerously seductive desire that neither of us could deny.

The minutes ticked by, and before long, my sister woke up and demanded that I sing her a lullaby. I obliged, but my eyes remained locked on Mary as I sang, and when I was done, she clapped, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight.

After my sister had fallen asleep once more, Mary turned to me and suggested we watch a movie. She picked out a romantic comedy, and as we watched it, we became more and more intertwined, our legs brushing up against each other. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the tension was thick in the air. I could feel the heat emanating off her skin, and I longed to touch her.

Before long, the movie ended, and I realized with a begin that it was nearly midnight. Mary stood up and stretched, her body rippling beautifully beneath her dress, and then she leaned in and kissed me, her lips hot and succulent as they met mine. I felt my toes curl, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as we kissed, our tongues sliding against each other seamlessly.

We broke aside, breathless, and I looked up at her, my heart pounding in my chest. Mary smoldered at me, her eyes darkening with lust. It was plain to see that whatever reservations I had had, they were completely gone now. We’d been drawn to each other right from the begin, and the attraction between us was undeniable.

In a split second, I knew that what we were about to allude to was completely taboo. I was lusting after my sister’s babysitter, and there was nothing right about that. But part of me didn’t seem to care at that point. We kissed again, and this time it was even hotter; a wild, passionate, desperate kiss made of the fire that had been smoldering between us all evening. I wrapped my arms around her, running my fingers through her soft hair as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself against my chest.

When we broke aside, she looked up at me, those big brown eyes of hers smoldering with desire. “I know what you’re thinking,” she murmured huskily. “But trust me; it’s meant to be.”

As soon as she said that, I knew that I had to have her. I could no longer ignore the animal urge that had seized me. I pulled her into my arms once more, pressing my lips to hers. This time, our tongues explored each others’ mouths as we kissed, our hands running over each other’s bodies with a feverish intensity.

Mary broke the kiss, grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs to the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed, straddling me as she began to grind her hips against mine, the fabric of her dress rubbing against my gloriously hard erection. I ran my hands over her body, feeling every curve, every inch of her flawless skin as she ground against me.

And before I knew it, we were naked, the dress nothing but a heap on the floor as we explored each other’s bodies with an incredible passion. Every touch felt electric, every breath aroused us more, until finally, we collapsed, exhausted, our bodies slick and shining with sweat.

As I lay there, with Mary curled up next to me, I realized that I hadn’t been able to stop myself from falling for her. And as taboo as it was, I couldn’t make myself regret it either. Because in our own way, we had found something pure and gorgeous on this forbidden night; a sizzling seduction that neither of us could have resisted, even if we had wanted to.
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